I saw this on the news last night and couldn't resist sharing it with all of you.

These videos are SO amusing.
I always end up checking out the apartment.
Like, so FIX THE WINDOW BLINDS and stop playing with the cat!

There are some games Jupiter and I can't play any more.
The original one of snaking my arm under the covers and wriggling my fingers to simulate a mouse leaves him staring at the mouse for three seconds, then eyeballing the distance between mouse and my shoulder and drawing the conclusion that it's that stupid game where I snake my arm under the covers and wriggle my fingers to simulate a mouse.

.. Lounge Cat, Jupiter? Some of us were talking about him in the pub last week and wondered.

He's fattening up nicely, thank you. Probably going to make it this Christmas.
I put it down to the little bits of tuna - I put it down occasionally.
Now that your scuttle of Brussell Sprouts are reaching, if not surpassing Au Point, I rather think you guys ought to order a few S&K pies, just in case you can't make it here.

... which got me thinking last night as we lay on the bed, he staring at me.
Does a cat have a "name" for a human?
Does Jupiter think of me in the sense of "Where's Chris?", without articulating my name, of course, perhaps "Where's Big One?" or "Where's "Two Legs"?
Humans assign names to just about every tangible object. "Dances with wolves" is a good enough example (and an excellent movie)
But cats (and dogs), do they have some sort of lexical label for us, or are we just recognizable images imprinted on their brains?

Also page 270 of Steven Pinker's "The Language Instinct":
WHAT WE SAY TO DOGS: Okay, Ginger! I've had it! You stay out of the garbage! Understand, Ginger? Stay out of the garbage, or else!
WHAT THEY HEAR: "Blah blah GINGER blah blah blah blah blah blah blah GINGER blah blah blah blah ."